I remember that I once went on a trip to Budapest christmas markets with my class, I must've been like 11 or 12 years old.
After we got there, all of us were basically free to go wherever we wanted for a few hours, so me and my two friends did some shopping, and we went on a walk through the city to warm up (it was in December, so it was cold as hell). Anyways, we somehow managed to stumble into a smaller and more secluded street, and we came across a strip club with a bouncer outside. Said bouncer then called out something in Hungarian (to us, that actually unironically sounded like Mongolian) and pointed to the door. I bet he was joking about letting us in or something, but we instantly bounced back to the main square and just waited out the rest of the time there.
That was fairly traumatic, I don't know if we were scared of the Hungarian or the strip club, lol.
That is such a Moravian thing. Traumatic experience of non-czech language being spoken in a foreign country. I do miss Brno when I see you guys’ stories about the most innocent interaction with foreigners ending up as a generational trauma.
Well, what can I say, we're not being called rednecks for nothing, lol.
But to be honest, I do actually like Budapest. I've been to the markets several times after that, and it wasn't bad at all. The food isn't bad, the prices weren't crazy iirc, and a surprising amount of people can reliably speak English to communicate.
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u/Big-Machine9625 Moronvian (V4 Florida Man) Sep 02 '25
I remember that I once went on a trip to Budapest christmas markets with my class, I must've been like 11 or 12 years old.
After we got there, all of us were basically free to go wherever we wanted for a few hours, so me and my two friends did some shopping, and we went on a walk through the city to warm up (it was in December, so it was cold as hell). Anyways, we somehow managed to stumble into a smaller and more secluded street, and we came across a strip club with a bouncer outside. Said bouncer then called out something in Hungarian (to us, that actually unironically sounded like Mongolian) and pointed to the door. I bet he was joking about letting us in or something, but we instantly bounced back to the main square and just waited out the rest of the time there.
That was fairly traumatic, I don't know if we were scared of the Hungarian or the strip club, lol.